We keep reenacting the same scene

The smile, the tears, the wounds

The white butterfly flying

The dying trees

The falling leaves

You and I

What did I do wrong this time?

Is it my thoughts?

Is it my words?

Is it my actions?

Is it my existence?

Flaw is something you can found everywhere

Including my own self

And yours

But mine is mine

And yours is yours

Is it okay to compare?

Is it right to see everything through the same angle?

When a movie gives you dozens of angles to see

So you can feel the point of view they want to deliver

But when it comes to

You and I

They and us

We keep comparing

We always see everything with our own exclusive lenses

And the only thing we notice is black and white

"I" is always white, and "you" is always black

"I" is always black, and "you" is always white

Even though the universe blesses us with so many colors

We can no longer see

The smile, the tears, the wounds

The white butterfly flying

The dying trees

The falling leaves

We can no longer see each other

What should I do to escape from this loop?

A repetition of remorse, hate, and agony

Should I crush the camera?

Or rip the film apart?

Or maybe I should just wait

For the scene to continue its story

Letting the smile fades away

All the wounds bleed

And all the tears fall

And maybe after that

We'll finally be able to see

The butterflies flying

The shady trees

The green leaves

Us

And we can finally escape from this repetition